Zhang Xuan flitted around the battlefield with his clone, the Golden Origin Cauldron, the Infernal Blacksaber, and the Dragonbone Divine Spear. They would usually hide themselves amid the crowd, and as soon as an opportunity to strike surfaced, they would swiftly make their move.
In less than ten minutes, the number of Otherworldly Demons above Saint 9-dan who had fallen to him already numbered several hundred.
All of the commanders are already dead…
Zhang Xuan swiftly combed the battlefield and found that all of the black armored commanders and generals had been killed, and he heaved a sigh of relief.